The silence was deafening, both of them sat in their seats trying to digest the information both had spilled over. Ayaan's fingers had dropped seeking refuge between Miara's thighs. All these years, all that anger and hatred towards this one individual had vanished within minutes, he was not sure of reality anymore.
His side of the story had fueled his motivation for revenge. he wanted to direct his fury somewhere and all these years it had been toward this beautiful specimen sitting gracefully on his lap wearing nothing but his simple button-down shirt, this was not his plan. He had a fool-proof one in the back of his mind which may work but now all of it seems baseless and worthless. Would he ever bring himself to hurt her? He tried and we all know how that ended up. With both of them
